"The speed of my moves, even the Yudan Monk is difficult to dodge, let alone this junior in the condensation stage. Qin An sneered, in his eyes, Fang Mu had become a cripple.

And Fang Mu was not prepared to dodge Qin An's aura at all. Fang Mu stared at the blue air wave, and quickly clasped his palms, without too much skill, he simply used his spiritual power to resist this air wave.

"What! How is it possible, he is definitely not the fifth layer of condensation, he must have hidden his cultivation. Qin An's eyes were full of disbelief, the young man in front of him must have used some unknown method to hide his cultivation.

His face returned to normal, and he said kindly: "The virtuous nephew has good skills, presumably he has to cultivate for many years like this." If you had been asked to participate in the Outer Gate Contest a few years ago, Shanyuepo would not have become the worst slope in the sect. But it's normal that your master won't let you participate in the outer competition, and you finally have an apprentice, but you can't let him lose his life in the competition, I can understand this. Qin An's tone was full of provocation and mockery.

Li Desheng hurriedly went to Fang Mu's side, but fortunately Fang Mu was not injured. He looked at Qin An and glared angrily.

"Qin An, you are too arrogant. I'm telling you, if you hurt him today, you will definitely not be able to leave the Yangyuan Palace. ”

And Qin An opened his mouth wide and sneered: "I really want to know why I can't get out of this Yangyuan Palace, with your rusty iron lumps? Yes, I haven't prepared the last encouragement award for the big competition this time, that iron lump, Master Li Po, borrow it from me." After Dabi, this iron pimple is still your mountain and moon slope. ”

Qin An's eyes locked on the heavy sword on the ground, the heavy sword hung in the air and floated into his hand, he showed disgust: "It's really a useless iron lump." ”

"Qin An, you deceive people too much, I fought with you. Li Desheng was furious, and his whole body was cultivated, but before he could make a move, he was restrained in place by Qin An and couldn't move.

"Master Li Po, at his age, he is still so easy to get angry. By the way, I almost forgot the purpose of coming to you, which disciple will you arrange to go to the outer gate of Dabi?"

"Li Desheng, Li Desheng, you didn't read a little affection back then, which made me lose face and was dealt with by the door rules, I, Qin An, will I make you feel better?"

"The old thief, our pastor, represents Shanyuepo to participate in the outer gate competition. Fang Mu stood up, he couldn't help it, this Qin An was too deceitful.

"Good nephew, I look forward to your performance. Qin An said leisurely and left the room, and Pharmacist Zhang also followed closely and left here.

Fang Mu helped Li Desheng to the bed and bowed to Li Desheng.

"Uncle Li, you also saw just now, I am not an ordinary person, I am a disciple of the Nine Elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect. I came to Shanyuepo just because my sister asked me to come here to practice, and I worshipped you as a teacher, just because I wanted to get a chance to go home. Fang Mu was full of guilt, he had caused so much trouble to Li Bo in less than a month since he came to Shanyuepo.

And although he didn't have much contact with Li Bo, Fang Mu felt that Li Bo was sincere to himself.

He observed the change in the expression on Li Desheng's face, but Li Desheng's face was stiff, his eyes were cloudy and tired, he was choked and unable to speak, his face was pale and extremely weak.

"Uncle Li!" Fang Mu lay in front of the bed, crying, I don't know why, his heart hurts a little at the moment, obviously he doesn't have too much contact with Uncle Li, how can he see that he has an accident, his heart is so uncomfortable.

Li Desheng looked at the sad Fang Mu and said with relief: "Mu'er, how can I blame you." I was just sighing, and when I died, there was no disciple to send me to the end. ”

"Master, I am your disciple, and I will always be!" Fang Mu sobbed silently and said to Li Desheng.

"Really, great, Mu'er, my body suddenly became tough again, and I don't know what's going on?" Li Desheng sat up and walked out of bed, smiling.

Fang Mu was stunned and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Uncle Li, who are you?"

Li Desheng laughed and was in a happy mood: "Mu'er, when I hear you call me Master, I am in good spirits." If you call me Master again, I'm afraid I can break through my cultivation. ”

When Fang Mu heard Li Desheng's words, he burst into tears and laughed: "Uncle Li, it's really good that you're okay." ”

But Li Desheng said with a solemn face: "Mu'er, let me ask you, are you willing to learn swordsmanship from me." ”

Fang Mu listened to Li Desheng's words, his heart was a little moved, he didn't know why, there was a voice in his heart, telling himself not to learn the swordsmanship that Li Desheng said.

But in the depths of his memory, there will always be a figure of a young man in a green shirt wielding a Xuantie giant sword. He didn't know why, but he had this image in his mind.

He couldn't remember what happened in the cave now.

Fang Mu always felt as if he had had a long dream, but he couldn't recall the content of the dream anyway. In his opinion, the young man who danced the sword must be the character of his dreams.

"Master, the apprentices follow Master's instructions. ”

When Li Desheng heard this, he smiled with satisfaction: "It's so good, let that kid learn it in the early years, he still dislikes this swordsmanship is too cumbersome, and he kills heavily, what does he say that it is inconsistent with his own way, what does he know? If at that time, alas, don't say much, I will give you a trick of my Li family's swordsmanship first." ”

Li Desheng took out a giant sword, the body of the giant sword was full of evil energy, and a corpse of a dead soul was wandering around the body of the sword. The revenant soul is hideous and terrifying, revealing endless resentment. However, when the revenant soul saw Fang Mu, he became very well-behaved.

Fang Mu looked at the "Tianwen" sword in Li Desheng's hand, and there was a desire in his heart, wanting to take the "Tianwen" for himself, and this desire seemed to come from the depths of his soul. Fang Mu was frightened and hurriedly suppressed the desire in his heart.

"This sword is called Tianwen, and it is rumored to be the weapon of the master of soldiers. After Li Desheng finished speaking, he swung the giant sword.

A rush is a momentum. Changing direction is turning the pen. Slashing down is an excellent stroke. Horizontal scales, hiding the head and protecting the tail, this set of swordsmanship danced down, as if the word "ba" was written in the air.

And the swordsmanship is also like the word "ba", which is extremely domineering. When Li Desheng used that sword technique, there was quite a momentum of God blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha.

The swordsmanship seems simple, but it is actually exquisite, and every inch of strength is very in place, Rao is Fang Mu has practiced for a night, and it is difficult to see its doorway. But in Li Desheng's opinion, Fang Mu is very talented in sword practice.

The next day, Fang Mu and Li Desheng got up early and headed for Tianzhu Peak.

Tianzhu Peak, as its name suggests, is like a stone pillar, rising to the sky. On its top slope, there is a broad platform with a diameter of about 3,000 zhang. More than enough to accommodate 10,000 people.

Legend has it that this Tianzhu Peak is the god of Yu when he ruled the water, left behind the ruler, but the legend is always a legend, even whether Dayu exists, is unknown.

When Fang Mu and Li Desheng came to Tianzhu Peak, it was already crowded with people, most of them were disciples of various slopes, and there were some pavilion masters of the inner gate, expecting to receive talented disciples in this big competition.

"Victory, you are here, is this rich and noble nephew behind you? An old man with a white beard and a yellow robe saw Li Desheng and greeted Li Desheng.

And Li Desheng also had a smile in his eyes, obviously, he had a good relationship with this person. Listening to the old man talking about Li Fugui, Li Desheng was angry.

"Li Fugui, when you come back, you will feel good. "I don't know what Fang Mu said to Li Desheng, which made him so angry with Li Fugui. And Li Fugui, who was far away in the cave, sneezed, and Xiaoya beside him was caressing his fat body. "It's weird, it's not cold here, how can I sneeze?" Li Fugui wondered in his heart.

"This is not that Li Fugui, his name is Fang Mu. Mu'er, this is your Uncle Liu, and now you are the master of the slope of the mountains and seas. Li Desheng said to Fang Mu.

"Junior Fang Mu, I have seen Uncle Liu. Fang Mu bent down and bowed to the old man surnamed Liu, with an extremely humble attitude, which made the old man's heart extremely comfortable.

"Pastor Fang's nephew has a fifth-level cultivation of condensation at a young age, and his future achievements will definitely be extraordinary. By the way, Lin'er, you can communicate with you, Brother Fang. The old man surnamed Liu said to a white-robed young man behind him.

The white-robed young man was Zhang Lin, after a battle with Mu Tong, his cultivation broke through to the seventh layer of condensation. But in front of Fang Mu, he didn't dare to hold it up.

He pulled Fang Mu aside and said excitedly, "Senior brother, I can see you." ”

Fang Mu said with a smile: "Yes, it's only been half a year, you have broken through to the seventh layer of condensation, and I am still staying at the fifth layer of condensation, which really makes senior brother me ashamed! ”

Zhang Lin took the ancient jade in Fang Mu's hand, and was extremely excited: "Senior brother, you are my benefactor, if it weren't for you, maybe I would still be doing what those ruffians were doing, and I wouldn't have achieved what I have today." If it weren't for your relationship, Senior Sister Zhou Ru wouldn't be willing to use the Bone Building Pill to save me. Brother, don't worry, if you and I are in the same arena, I guarantee that you will survive the first round. ”

"Oh, how does this tournament work?" Fang Mu didn't pay too much attention to the rules of this competition, because now he was invincible in the condensation period, and he could only fight with him unless a foundation building monk could appear.

Therefore, in the face of absolute cultivation, he didn't deliberately understand those rules or something, and in this competition, he went to the first.

"Senior brother is a personal heirloom, and he must not know anything about our outer door. We have a total of one hundred and eight slopes in the outer gate, which means that there will be one hundred and eight disciples to participate in this big competition. And these one hundred and eight disciples will be divided into eight arenas, and the disciples in each arena will start to fight, and the four disciples left at the end of each arena will advance to the second round of the competition. ”

"Oh, that's right. Fang Mu understood, this first round of competition was unfair in a sense, but it didn't matter, whoever would fight by himself would be it.

"So, senior brother, if the two of us are assigned to the same arena, I will definitely ensure that you enter the second round. Zhang Lin was full of interest, beating his chest, and the other pastor assured.

"Okay, then when the time comes, it's up to you, junior brother. Fang Mu said with a smile. "Wrap it up on me, senior brother, that Mu Tong heard that he also came this time, at that time in Longxiaopo, Senior Sister Zhou injured him very badly, it stands to reason that he should still be lying on the bed now." But it doesn't matter, even if you meet him, he won't dare to make a move on you. Zhang Lin said.

Fang Mu listened to what Zhang Lin said, it seemed that Senior Sister had even taught Mu Tong a lesson for herself at that time. But even then, beat him up. After all, he still has his own wood spirit bead on his body, and he must snatch it back.

"What I lost with my own hands, I will take it back with my own hands, and I can't rely on my senior sister for everything. Fang Mu thought in his heart.

(It's still not good to write, it seems that I still need to read more books and write more.) ”